Series: Star Moon Pack Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 118781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
“Oh… oh, yeah… Yeah, I’m going to come again… I’m going to come on your face…” I want nothing more, absolutely nothing; I need it. I need to be drenched in her, every drop she can give me.
And when the deluge rushes from her, I take it, driving my tongue into her, drawing more and more of her honey from deep inside. Her muscles spasm around my tongue, quivering, and each spasm brings with it another burst of sweetness.
And my cock is aching, dripping, painfully erect. I could sink into her now, her ass in the air, her face buried in the mattress—but no, that’s not how I want it. I want to see her. I need to.
And this time, when I roll her over, I’m gentler. But there’s nothing gentle about the way I slam her wrists against the mattress above her head, holding them in place with one hand and taking her by the hip with the other. Her back arches as I enter her, her mouth falling open, eyes closed in an expression of pure bliss.
If I could only hold this moment forever and stay like this always. I would live and die in this moment and never regret it because she is the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen, felt, and tasted. She is absolute perfection.
And she is mine. All of her, body and soul.
And it’s with that knowledge that I drive myself deep again and again, leaning over her, her nipples brushing my chest, her legs wrapping around my hips and drawing me deeper. She opens her eyes, searching for me, and smiles. My heart’s about to burst.
“You think you have another one for me?” I ask, staring down at her, holding her in place with my body and taking her hard, claiming her, again and again, every time I sink into the hilt, as deep as I can go, locking our bodies together. “You think you can come again, little wolf?”
“Yes… yes…!”
“And will you ever come for anyone else?”
“No,” she cries. “Please, let me come now!”
“With me. With me.” And I growl, my wolf so close to the surface he could burst through at any second, and somehow, that only heightens everything. The danger of letting go.
But then, this has always been dangerous because it’s her. Someone I could lose my heart to without even knowing it.
All of that runs through my head, but it’s the other head I’m concerned with, and the ache in my balls and the sizzling tingle at the base of my spine that signals I’m close to the finish. “Come with me now,” I demand. “Come with me, Lili. Come with your mate.”
“Yes! Wilde, yes!” She throws her head back and howls, squeezing me like a vice in the split second before the wave breaks and crashes over both of us. I pull out not a moment too soon, my seed spreading across the inside of her thigh.
And by the time I’m finished, I’m spent, weak-kneed, and breathless.
Somehow, strangely triumphant, too. Will it be like this every time? The sense of claiming her once again? Like each time is the first.
She opens her eyes and smiles dreamily, and I wonder if she’s asking herself the same thing.
All I know is I intend to find out. No matter how many times it takes.
After all, we have the rest of our lives ahead of us.
39
LILI
“You’re getting much better. You write almost as well as I do.” Little Micah beams up at me, clearly proud of his work period. “Have you been practicing when I wasn’t here?”
“A little,” he whispers.
“It’s paying off. See? It only seemed hard at first, but you figured it out, and you’re getting better at it. Just like I knew you would.” He ducks his head, shy, and it’s all I can do not to pick him up and take him home with me because he’s too adorable.
“You’re a wonder with them.” I’m surprised when Clarissa speaks up as she passes. She sounds positive and encouraging for once. “If you’re at all interested in making this a permanent situation, I would be more than happy to have you here. Unless…” She bites her lip, her features pinching like she worries she might have said too much.
Unless what? What’s on your mind?”
“I don’t want to presume. What with you being the mate of the alpha’s son. This must seem pretty low-level. I know you were looking for something to do to fill the time, and—”
“It’s all right.” I look over the room, where the pups are reading and playing, and the idea of being here regularly fills my heart. “Yes, I would like to do this all the time. Back in my old pack, I always imagined myself working with the young ones in some way. This makes sense.”
“I’m so glad. Because I’m not sure I could handle any of them if I told them you weren’t coming back.” It feels like we’ve reached an understanding, the two of us, and that warms me, as well. Is it this easy being accepted? Even appreciated? Talk about living beyond my wildest dreams. I would never in a million years have imagined myself in a situation like this.